I don’t feel like answers today, don’t ask me that
Go away
Leave me to my misery and let me find the end.
Looking like a fool as I talk my self dumb
But watching with sick pleasure seeing the conformity you’ve become
Enjoying how your confidence fly’s out the window with miraculous speed
Looking at me with sad lost eyes
Spreading the rumors that I’m on weed!
You think you know me when you know you don’t!
You want this to end but for some reason it won’t!
How ‘bout a compromise?
We’ll keep our space
Set our distance
For the better of the people you’ll avoid my eyes
And I’ll resist the urge to kick you ass!
Maybe I’ll move and be a monk in Tibet
But probably not ‘cause I wanna watch you sweat
Every time you tense when I walk through the door
I find my self thinking, “oh poor, poor…
No I don’t.
That night I stabbed you multiple times
You bled into the rain
I got away with the crime
But I coughed awake
And realized with a sick taste
Of hate in my mouth
it was only a dream and you were still breathing
Somewhere,
Happy, breathing, sleeping, dreaming…
Of killing me?
Maybe.
For you that’d be interesting
To say the very minimums
I mean,
Come on,
Everyone knows you’re a wuss.

 
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